They still had a couple of days left before returning to work, so they decided to use them well.
Whilst Ginny was outside planting some seeds -
- unfortunately the grape seeds they'd harvested from the Nectary, perished during the return home and no matter how she searched the internet and the newspapers, she could NOT find any for sale.
Which was a shame really, she was looking forward to growing them. The only thing she could do, was to return to Champs Le Sims. Go back to the Nectary, something they couldn't do, not even with this little nest egg of theirs. They intended to invest it wisely for their future.
Ambrose got online to solve an unsolveable puzzle.
He pondered and grumbled over it for hours until he finally had to admit defeat. Which was a major blow to his intellect. Annoyed, he blamed the stress of the bailiffs 'stealing' their home. He couldn't concentrate on the puzzle properly because he was still thinking about their faux pas and it's consequences.
Ginny felt sorry for Ambrose and decided to crack open a bottle of nectar that they'd been saving for a special occasion.
"It's just a small reminder of our honeymoon in Champs Le Sims," she said wistfully, "I was hoping to save it, but I think we should drink it now."
They sat in relative peace, sipping at this wonderful vintage nectar and reminiscing about their adventures and all the people they'd met. When suddenly, out of the blue, Ginny got a phone call.
"Excuse me," she said frowning, "I'd better take this."
Ambrose nodded and yawned. It had been a long day and he was utterly exhausted.
"I'll see you in bed," he said yawning again.
"Okay," she replied, blowing him a kiss, "hello?"
"'Allo?"
